They'd long heard that Chen Zhao could fight.
However, the teachers in the school didn't have a clear understanding of what Chen Zhao meant by 'fighting'.
Now, they probably understood.
With so many gangsters, Chen Zhao felt like he was dealing with a few bugs.
"Okay, go back." Chen Zhao waved his hand.
San Diego wasn't really a dangerous city.
The gangs here usually focused on their own businesses and wouldn't attack ordinary people.
Because of the government's high-pressure policies, the gangs were much more restrained.
However, if someone provoked them, they'd take revenge like mad dogs.
Chen Zhao didn't take it to heart. After all, he'd killed many gangs before.
For example, last time in Mountain Town, he'd realized that the gang in town seemed to have bad intentions towards him.
The next day, all the members of the gang had disappeared from the face of the earth.
Of course, the gangs in Mountain Town were actually a bunch of small, unorthodox gangs. They were completely different from the local gangs in San Diego.
…
Pierre spent the entire night in fear.
Late at night, he received a phone call.
A cold voice came from the other end. "Pierre, do you think that the school can protect you? And your family? "
Pierre was scared out of his wits. What he feared the most was that this would happen.
From the moment he'd become a drug carrier, there was no turning back.
"Boss Bob, I didn't … I didn't plan to betray you … The things were discovered by the school's teacher. He threw them all away," Pierre tried to explain.
"I don't care where they are. Get out of the hotel right now and we'll settle this."
Pierre's face was filled with bitterness and fear. "Boss Bob … I'll think of a way to pay you back. Please let me go."
"If you don't get out of the hotel in ten minutes, you'll find your house on fire tomorrow. Oh … I remember that your sister is seventeen this year, right? Ha …"
"I'll come out … I'll come out …" Pierre yelled in terror.
He knew very well that these vicious gangs could do anything.
They were capable of anything.
The moment Pierre walked out of the hotel, he was thrown into a car with a black cloth draped over him.
When the black cloth was removed, Pierre was thrown out of the car.
Pierre found himself in a port.
There were containers all around him.
Pierre soon knew where he was.
This was the legendary port of San Diego.
A hidden port. Although Pierre wasn't a gangster, he had heard of the Port of Sin in Santiago.
It is said that every year more than 50,000 women and millions of illegal organs are packed into containers and shipped around the world.
Other than that, a large number of firearms and drugs entered the United States through this port.
However, this port had evaded the police and the spy satellites.
There was a large ship docked at the port, and the container handlers were lifting the containers down.
The entire harbor was bustling with activity.
Then Pierre beheld Bob's bloated and hideous face, and his menacing underlings.
"Hi, Pierre."
"Boss Bob … I …"
"You're really brave. The people I sent are all in the hospital now."
"That … That wasn't done by me … It was done by a teacher from our school."
"I heard it's an Asian, right?"
"Yes … yes …"
"Call him. I want to see him," Bob said.
"I … I don't have his number."
Pierre wanted to cry, but no tears came out. He was so scared that he almost wet his pants.
…
Ring, ring.
At night, Chen Zhao was woken up by a phone call.
Closing his eyes, Chen Zhao fumbled for the phone. He really should have muted it.
"Hello, who's this?"
"Mr. Chen, it's me, Robert. Pierre's roommate just came to find me. He said that Pierre received a call and left in a hurry. It's been an hour and he's not back yet. He can't get through to him either."
"Pierre? Which one? "
"The one who was harassed by the gangsters today."
"Oh, got it."
Chen Zhao sat up, looking like he had just woken up.
How f * cking unlucky.
He had thought that he could have a nice vacation in Santiago.
He didn't expect to run into something like this again.
As soon as Chen Zhao hung up, another call from an unknown number came in.
"Hey, you're a teacher from UCLA, right?"
"That's me. Who are you?"
"Ha, people here call me Bob. Of course, you can also call me Crocodile."
"Sir, do we know each other?" Chen Zhao interrupted Bob.
"It wasn't easy to find your number," Bob said to himself. "I had to go through many layers of connections to find your number."
"Can I get to the point?" Chen Zhao said impatiently.
"I want to meet you."
"I don't like meeting strangers in the middle of the night," Chen Zhao said calmly.
"You know, I didn't just find your number. I also found your home address. Oh, I heard that you have a pregnant girlfriend and a cute daughter, right? Ha … "
Chen Zhao scratched his head. "Tell me, what do you want?"
"I said I want to meet you."
"Where?"
"Come out of the hotel. I have a car to pick you up."
"Okay, I'm starting to look forward to our meeting."
Chen Zhao took off his pajamas and changed into a suit. At the same time, he picked up his phone and called Klaus.
"Klaus, are you at the headquarters right now?"
"Yes, president. What's up?"
"Go dig up the things I buried by the lake a while ago and then use a helicopter to transport them to Santiago as fast as possible. Also, track my phone's location."
"Oh, I got it."
Chen Zhao walked out of the room and went downstairs. In the hotel lobby, he saw Robert standing there, scared out of his wits.
"Mr. Chen, where are you going?"
Chen Zhao didn't even look back. He walked out directly. "It's none of your business. Go back to sleep."
"But Pierre's missing. He's from the basketball club. Mr. Chen, should we call the police?"
"No, I'll bring him back now," Chen Zhao said calmly. "Go to sleep now."
"Mr. Chen, how can I sleep now?"
"I don't think you'll like where I'm going."
"Why?"
Just then, a few people rushed out from both sides. They covered Chen Zhao and Robert with black cloth and dragged them into the car.
"Ah … What are you doing? Help … Help … "
Suddenly, Robert felt like a hard stick was stuffed into his mouth.
"Shut up. If you speak again, I'll shoot you."
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